Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed   Some say love, it is a razor, that leads your soul to bleed   Some say love, it is a hunger, and endless aching need   I say love it is a flower and you it's only seed      It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance   It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chanceIt's the one, who won't be taken who can not seem to give   And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live      When the night has been to lonely and the road has been to longAnd you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong   Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow   Lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.